Aunt Saige is waiting for me.

When I returned to my bedroom, I found Aunt Saige sitting at the end of my bed and boy did she look pissed.

“What is this? Huh?” She said, looking and motioning in a circle around herself, her expression replaced with indignant incredulousness. I glanced around my bedroom, noting my disheveled book bag in the corner, overflowing with wrinkled papers, folders and binders, the strewn-about messy clothes that probably belonged in the laundry, and yes, there was a pantry of dirty plates haphazardly arranged on my desk.

“Uh, it’s a room…?”

“Don’t be a smartass,” Aunt Saige snapped, warningly pointing a finger, “This is your room and you need to take care of it. I’ve told you for the past three days to clean this place up and it still looks like a tornado blew through here.”

“Sorry, Aunt Saige…” I droned glumly, a series of words all too familiar. I was surprised to see her suddenly stand and rapidly approach me. Despite my apology, she still looked a bit peeved and I wondered what her intentions were… she wouldn’t hit me, would she?

“I’m tired of constantly nagging you Adam, you need to be punished or you won’t learn your lesson.”

“Aw, com’on!” I complained, “I have weekend plans, I can’t be grounded!”

“Oh, we’re beyond that. I’ve been too lenient with you all these year; we’re not doing anymore groundings in this house.” Aunt Saige said menacingly as I gulped in suspense. What was worse than being grounded…? “You will come here, and give me a deep kiss… right now, young man!”

You could hear a pin drop on carpet in the ensuing silence. My brain ceased all function as this eldritch amalgamation of letters entered my ears, making no sense whatsoever.

“Huh?”

“This is your punishment,” Aunt Saige said sternly, “I want your tongue in my mouth and your hands clenched around my butt, this instant mister!” The sparks were flying out of my head as I tried to understand her command and I stood motionless with my jaw on the floor. I stared hard, but Aunt Saige had a serious, expecting look on her face, with more than just a little contempt. With an exasperated sigh, she grabbed my wrists and hooked me towards her. “If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself!”

I soon found my hands **** onto my aunt’s firm ass cheeks, and her soft, slippery tongue invading my open mouth. Aunt Saige didn’t hold back at all, giving me a passionate, French kiss just as wild and erotic as when she and Zoey had a drunken make-out session in front of me...

“Wh-what are you… b-but, Zoey…?” I mumbled, tilting my head back to escape Silvia’s aggressive deep kiss. None of this made sense: my lesbian aunt cheating on her fiancée with her nephew? All of this in the name of punishment for not cleaning my room?

“I already talked to Zoey,” She whispered between ragged breathes, that intimidating glare was still on her face despite our mouths being coated in each other’s saliva. “She was the one that suggested a French kiss and ass-groping as your punishment. I was going to give you a blowjob, so consider yourself lucky Adam, now maul my ass like you mean it!”

Her explanation did nothing to assuage my confusion and I soon felt Aunt Saige’s soft hands gripping the back of my skull and pushing it into her face, ensuring that I couldn’t pull away from her luscious, wet lips. I did as I was instructed, letting my hands cup and squeeze Silvia’s thick ass so hard they were sure to leave an imprint. Soon, my fingers were exploring every inch of my beautiful aunt just as I always fantasized, even if it was over her clothes. I traced circles around her back, working my way around the sides of her flat tummy and her thighs, but always returning to that soft, pillowy ass.

After a minute of pure heaven, my aunt finally pulled away, ending our steamy, punitive make-out session. Despite the lustful deep-kiss she just **** on me, Aunt Saige had an authoritative, clinical expression on her face. She chastised me as she pulled some tissues out of a box nearby and began wiping her mouth. “I’m serious Adam, no more warnings, no more reminders.” In a strange act of “motherly love”, she suddenly began dabbing around my face with a fresh tissue, cleaning up the evidence of our lecherous kiss. “I don’t like having to punish you, I’m just trying to help you be a better person, a functioning human.”

“Um…” I tried to search for the right words to settle my frazzled brain… did she say she was wanted to give me a blowjob, before Zoey talked her out of it? “So… this is how you’re going to punish me?”

“Well, it won’t always be kissing Adam, but if I have to tell you to clean your room again, I’m going to take you up my ass next time and I won’t stop until you’ve filled me up to the brim.” She said matter-of-factly, as if it were completely normal to threaten someone with anal sex. “Now hurry and pack up, it’s time for school!”

With that, Aunt Saige walked out of the bedroom, leaving me alone with my confusion and a diamond-hard cock at full-mast. What the hell just happened?